Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme Your's

Nas

Gimme, gimme, for the NYC
what you can't get back
Gimme, why don't you the world
Gimme what you get back, for the five burroughs

1: AZ

Yo, it's hard to resistance when money-gettin niggas
need my assistance to figures, beyond non-existence
Fuck keepin my distance, cos poor produced persistence
plea's, a hundred G's, I had me blockin out of jail centres
I'm recognised by the of individuals
Killers and criminals, willies that's really into jewels
But still on who I cling to
Cos every single nigga that swing thru, my man just cos we mingle
To mistake shit, even females be feedin off that fake
Filled with envy and hatred but my high hopes me escape it
Temporarily the window world, don't the wise
Verbally nourish me, properly with inner city, urban GC
I with those beyond my age bracket
cos analyse and mack to get the papers and stack it
Leavin no trace to track it, keep on thinkin tappers is
That mack shit, livin the lifestyle, we filled with wit

Nas, (AZ)

Just gimme (Pimp lines and signs)
gimme (Rollin trees, stackin G's)
Gimme what you get back (True dat, I thought you knew that)
Just gimme (Money getters, the bidders)
Why you gimme the world (rollin wit us)
Gimme what you can't get back, for the five

2: AZ

So in God I trust, I for a 850-deluxe
And in too, I touch a million-plus, ain't to discuss
Diamonds and double-digits, Gianni down with lizards
It's realism so I visualisin to it
cleverly wit intentions of longevity
Strong pedigree got me touchin papers, would never see, G
So do the crest in my claw,
the essence, you're sailin in a sweppervescence
Drug investments, a street thug's plug, the insurance, but
they had you wanted for warrants 'fore you get
a performance so players play wit endurance
cos from war sense, any villain's willing to get more
They tried to us but all it did was just make us
travel across acres for papers, bonafide money
Cos though we know we all gotta go
As long as we're leavin thievin, we'll be wit some kind of doe,
so...

Nas, (AZ)

Just (Pimp lines and dollar signs)
gimme (Rollin trees, stackin G's)
Gimme what you can't get back (True dat, I thought you that)
gimme (Money getters, the high bidders)
Why don't you gimme the (rollin wit us)
what you can't get back (It's real, NYC)

Just (QB)
Just (B-K, VT)
Gimme you can't get back (See me, AZ y'all, representin)
Just gimme (Yeah, the life is trife life)
Why don't you the world (Representin)
Gimme what you get back (Life's a bitch......)